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Post by Admin on Apr 25, 2021 17:07:28 GMT
Dreamed Albion, WA was becoming some new, cool, college, Hippie/ cultural underground place to be filled with hot college aged women and Sororities and Fraternaties
In dream was cruising around the usual gravel roads in car with two pals (One of the people 'Derek' was actually a former co-worker of mine, a very large build but studly handsome white model looking dude).
He was the driver and the other pal in car was a guy I served with while in the Navy, forget his name, but he was white as well and is from Kansas.
And to our surprise on one the the backstreets, as we drove up it, was like college fraternaties and sororities, and all the people were waving at us, some in togas, they were waving wildly at us, so Derek, then turned around, and they waved again, and again, and again, all these people were young, college aged, and very festive, happy and full of cheer, and we couldn't believe that Albion had this secret area of these types.
Long story short, on one pass I guess some women were motioning Derek, the white studly driver to stop, so he did, he parked the car, and we were like 'What are you doing man'?
And Derek was like 'She told me to come here'..
He got out, and left us, so me and the other guy and the black dog I had with me, went into a side house where like magicians and witches habitated, it felt more like a carnival on the inside, and one witch woman had a bunch of cats hypnotized and appearing to clap or wave at her all in unison.
It just all felt like a magicians carvival inside of this large older multi story wooden house.
Finally we left, I went back to old car, very old, like late 60's or early 70's type of car, golden rusty in color, and Derek was in the front area of car which was packed with women, and one of the ladies feet were hanging out of the window on this bright sunny day.
I knew what they were doing, and I felt a bit jealous and rejected, cause none of the women had any interest in me or my pal, they just all loved Derek, the tall, dark haired handsome white guy..
And I could go on and on with other details of this dream but will wrap it up here, it was just a odd dream in that Albion, WA, when I was there, was just a sleepy suburb of Pullman, and never really a active party town for W.S.U., unless that has changed and maybe this dream is letting me on to some dirty secret, they say some people have phycic dreams, maybe this dream of mine is revealing something that's going on in Albion, like wild orgies, that most don't know about....who knows...or maybe it was just a dream.
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Post by Admin on Apr 26, 2021 17:12:27 GMT
Last nights dream involved Greg J, Billy S, and Tray or Trey M, and a semi truck
Don't have time to explain it all, but I just know was walking along and wanted to play tennis 'ball' (that's when you hit ball against a wall all by yourself and ball bounces back to you)(Me and Kevin G, did this a lot as youth up on the WSU campus)
Anyhow Billy Smth enters the dream, the fat classmate of mine form back then, and in dream still just as fat.
And we talk, and I want him to possibly come hit some balls with me, he's on the phone, either driving or walking by, either way eventually we're sitting together on a flat cement bench, he's a bit winded and hungry, and I'm like 'Well meet me down there I'm going to go hit the ball for exercise'
It seemed like half a mile away or more, wasn't sure if Billy was going to follow me, they eventually did.
When we got there it was dark, and nothing went right, and we were fumbling around inside of a semi truck pulling stickers out of our shoes and socks, there was some female in this scene but forget who it was.
Anyways, finally get to my tennis ball and it was tore apart and I was like 'Man nothings going right'.
From there dream merged into some kind of 'Hall', like banquet hall, not a big one, lit's a bit dim, chairs scattered about, and is where I saw Greg J, another former classmate of mine who I've known since Jefferson elementary.
We spoke, said hello, I was happy to be there, and that's when there was a laptop just sitting atop a table and for some reason I knew it was Trey or Tray Mcguires?..another classmate of mine I've known since Sunnyside elementary, and in middle school htey were apart of the 'rocker savage pack', me and Kevin use to call that large rowdy group.
Anyways, I was speaking to Tray through his computer, and were both delighted to hear from one another since hadn't seen one another since school days, I even forget whether or not Trey moved away before graduating form Pullman, I only really remember them from Middle School, but use to secretely admire them, cause they were like a quiet rocker type who had manners and was polite, and later on I think his more intellectual brainy side did emerge.
Anyways, it was obviously a class reunion in the making in this dream, be it a partial one, but I was still delighted to be there and felt that I had physically held up well.
Other details to 'small' to bother sharing about dream, It was a decent dream, made me feel happy to see classmates again...I guess cause my brain can't tell it's a dream.
One thing I've learned, no matter how many years pass, you'll never be as close and intimate with those who spent K-12 school years with, they're like embedded in your mind forever.
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Post by Admin on May 17, 2021 6:27:29 GMT
Of all the classmates and best friends I had, for some odd reason the two former classmates I dream about the most are
1. Billy Smith, the extra jumbo sized fat black, kind of mixed, fat dude
2. Greg James
For whatever reason these two appear the most in my dreams over the years.
And Greg J was a tall slender sandy blonde type of dude...
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Post by Admin on Sept 7, 2021 23:56:55 GMT
Dreamed or Ricky Stphn's from Albion
Short on time but want to jot down for future reference
1. Me and Ricky traveling together, we got Hotel/Motel room together, it was in dominant 'white' area, and even though I was the mature one, they kept acting as if Ricky was.
fast forward
In room finally, like on 3rd or 4th floor, one of those older looking small town type of Hotels/Motels.
While in room 'white' reddish semi curly haired lady knocked on door, we spoke in the hall, they wanted more proof that I was legit, in their minds they just couldn't understand why Ricky, who's Irish, would be staying at a Hotel with me..
Fast forward.
Finally bed time, but lights on, I hear Ricky sneaky out into hall, once out there loud demonic knocks and bumping, I could sense something bad was happening to them, as if they were deceived by those who pretended to be his friend, maybe sexually, in a sadistic way, I don't know.
I was stunned, hid under their bed, tried to (you know how dreams are), they came back into room, talking aloud to self, angry, mad, they didn't know I was under their bed, but sensed they needed comforting so last scene before woke up was of me saying 'Hey Ricky, it's me, I'm here', as our hands either touched or were about to.
Not sure what to make of that dream, not even sure if Ricky even still alive or not.
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Post by Admin on Sept 7, 2021 23:58:56 GMT
Continue from above.
Growing up I was like Ricky's older brother for the longest, and best friends, during the summer they'd spend the night so many times, I miss those days.
But they got older, and as they did my influence over them waned, and I think dream reflected that.
So they, in dream, ventured out into the world, and got 'bit'.
I think that's what dream was trying to convey.
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Post by Admin on Dec 7, 2021 16:47:55 GMT
Greg J was in one of my dreams last night
Yes, good ole Greg J-mes was in one of my dreams last night, still tall and lanky, still had that bowl hair cut and reddish brown hair.
Not sure why they were in my dream, they just were, we didn't really communicate, but there they were.
At least with me, my brain only remembers classmates as they were, they're never older in my dreams than the last time I saw them, younger sometimes, but never older.
That's probably cause our brains can only replay what we remember, and I remember Greg J all the way back from Jefferson elementary school, him and David Cox were like the studs of that school, David Cox was like the fastest man, or back then, kid on the planet, dude could catch anyone in a sprint out on the field as we played nerf football, that was big back then in Pullman, organize and team and play nerf football.
Now if it can be played on a video game, I'm sure today's generation of kids don't want nothing to do with it.
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Post by Admin on Jan 18, 2022 17:05:49 GMT
I think I had some dreams last night, with former classmates in it or them.
Don't rememember the details but still feel the 'essence' of their presence in the dreams.
Kathy B, and Julie (forget last name) stand out to me near the most, and well they all do, for good or bad or worst.
Suda, was a Indian gal from India, her Doctor Brother Shakar, was a bright kid who later went on to become a Doctor..but his sister Suda or Sudath, couldn't stand me.
Melony and Melody, they had similar names, on lived in Albion though.
I blew my chances with many gals back then, cause my confidence was so low, I never thought I had a chance with any of them.
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Post by Admin on Feb 4, 2022 13:05:31 GMT
Mike Burgess dream
Mike Burgess was in one of my dreams last night, and really pronounced, as in still youthful, in their youth, for remember our minds dream about people we knew in the past as they were when last saw them.
My classmates, or anyone from my past, I always dream about them as they were, not as they would be today, that's kind of an interesting tid bit about the brain.
That aside, Burgess appeared in a dream last night, in a room, the room I lived in in Albion, WA, and he was wearing his Boy Scout uniform, (Oddly enough indeed we were both in the Boy Scouts) The Albion one and the Pullman one, the Scouts were a big deal where and when I grew up.
I remember commenting on how crisp and clean their suit was.
Burgess was an American Pilipino, and as a youth they always had such thick, lush, black hair, they were athletic, good with sports and the women adored him (or at our age it would of been the girls adored him)
They were also one grade above me, and when moved to Albion, WA and had to take bus for the first day, he was the one to protect me from bullies, that's how our friendship began.
Those whites in Albion, WA back then, weren't use to seeing a person of color, and so when boarded school bus for the first time, all types of racial epitats came out of their mouths, but I was really to young at the time to even know what any of it meant.
That aside, Mike B did appear in dream last night, along with my sister and some younger kid, maybe my nephew, who knows, but this kid began to agitate Burgess to the point I had to intervene, at which time dream took a odd turn towards more abstract stuff which had to do with some villain type entity tying up and torturing grown adult men.
None of it really made any sense and no need in me trying to translate that part of the dream into words.
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Post by Admin on Feb 8, 2022 16:21:10 GMT
I still wish I could go to 'the dance' with some of my female former classmates  I still wish I could go to the dance, with some of my former classmates, I still remember them as they were when I left, that means I still remember them, the women, as being young and very sexy to me, cause when I left Pullman, WA, I was probably at the height of my pubity level, hey, that's just mother nature. That aside, I'd still like to go to the dance with many of my former female classmates and if i ever win the lottery, who knows, maybe I will. Maybe I'll hold one last grand event with just me, and only the female former classmates, and only I could dance with them all.
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Post by Admin on Mar 4, 2022 16:21:58 GMT
Mike Rima was all up in one of my dreams last night Mike Rima, man were they all ups in one of my dreams last night. And so was Dan Parkman, but not directly, rather I remember asking Mike Rima about Dan Parkman, and that's when Rima begin telling me, in a round about way, how he and Dan had a crush on the same woman or lady. And how initially this lady liked Rima, but then either fell for Dan Parkman, the Jock (at least in high school they were a jock) or Dan wooed her from Rima. Either way it got ugly, in Rima's account of things, and in the end it was Dan Parkman and the Lady who ended up getting married, and Rima was still single, like me. ============================================= Like I've said before, the odd thing about dreams is that you'll never dream of a person being older than what they were when you last saw them, and this dream kept that truth, in that Rima appeared in the dream as I remembered him so many years ago, tall and slim with wild sandy blonde colored hair, in that his hear was a bit curly, like the Duke Boy's hair was. And he had on his standard lenion jeans and jacket. Out west and back when I grew up, Lenin Jeans and lenin jackets were in style, especially for those rural country boy types, back then we called them 'hicks'.  Ye, these were sure the crave back then, equivalent to leather jackets, say if from Milwaukee. ============================================= As that dream sequence ended, I remember needing to, so desperately wanting to, leave Rima my contact info so we could get caught up on other stuff. And actually earlier that day I did run into someone I use to know and did give them a card of mine, so I guess that part worked it's way into the dream. I was being driven away in a yellow cab driven by a light skinned Asian fellow and told them to turn around so could give Rima my contact info. I also remember telling them that I had never been to a class reunion. Leo Hernandiz also appeared in this dream, not directly though, but more as a thought...a day dream within a dream I suppose.
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Post by Admin on Mar 4, 2022 16:24:03 GMT
The Rima's use to own a lumber store in Pullman years and years ago, it was a staple for Grand st? or Grand Ave?...I forget.
It's since been sold and some other building is there now.
I suppose I could google it and paste picture, infact, maybe that's what I'll start doing, googling places I use to hangout at and all to bring it all more to life.
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Post by Admin on Mar 4, 2022 16:28:58 GMT
Mike Rima was one of the coolest 'white guys' I've ever met in my life, in Pullman years ago and still to this day.
Even when in elementary school, him and his older brother, could not have been nicer to me and my sister at the time.
They were some of the least prejudice people of that era, one could ever meet.
Although culturally Rima was in the 'in crowd', he as like a Rocker/Jock type, always in the thick of things, he loved 'the action', and they were always in with the cool crowd, always.
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Post by Admin on Apr 9, 2022 14:47:13 GMT
lately i haven't had dreams with classmates in them as much, as did in the past.
Not sure why, I mean is that a sign that I've moved on?
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Post by Admin on Jun 4, 2022 15:00:56 GMT
Dreamed specifically of two classmates last night
Dream took place in Albion, WA (I guess, at least it felt like Albion, and the home I grew up in on Main St)
The two main characters were Ricky S, and another gal from my own grade, forget their name, not the most attractive classmate, but very nice.
I think they actually lived down near the snake river, their first name may of been Kathy, not sure, and they had black curly hair, and I think I actually dated them once, that's how i remember where they lived.
And they were hyper smart at math.
Anyways, once again in the dream they were my house guest, and had arrived before me and was upstairs, I guess.
And I remember Ricky S just fumbling around in my place, I think they needed a ride or something and I remember agreeing to it, and remember the red volkswagon my F had, in the dream it was in the driveway just like always had been when growing up there.
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I entered place, and after quibbling with Ricky, I was like is so and so upstairs, and he said yes, and I remember going up there and being really happy to see them, and them me, they were cool headed as always, as I remembered them, and from there, who knows what happened, as the dream began to fade, I just can't remember.
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It's the first dream I've had about my former classmates in a while, and in dreams, the odd thing about dreams, is people always appear as you last saw them, never older and never younger, just as you last saw them, so most of my classmates, in my dreams, still appear to me as they did when in high school.
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Post by Admin on Jul 18, 2022 14:04:06 GMT
Had many classmate dreams last night, but can barely remember the details of any of them  Had many dreams with former classmates in them as I slept, but now that awake, all the finer details slip me, but I do remember Greg J-mes being present in a few of them, me and Greg J were interacting, but I forget how, about what, and why. And remember, as I've stated before, when my mind dreams of former classmates, my mind remembers them as they were the last time I saw them, so however my classmates appeared to me, the last time I saw them in real life, is how they appear in my dreams, so the oldest Greg J-mes would be in my dream or dreams, would be their early 20's, cause that's the last time I ever saw them, while they worked at Niel Chrysler auto dealership. I tried giving them a hug, and I'll never forget how they weren't comfortable with that and kind of...well just imagine trying to hug someone who doesn't want to be hugged, it was one of those moments...I don't know if they thought I was gay, and was giving them a gay hug or what, who knows, it was so long time ago..and can't remember if I was on leave from the Navy at the time or what, so long ago. But ye, good ole Greg was in my dreams last night..oh, and also Keith tite? and his red headed friend, their names slip me right now. Greg though, and the slender red head, while in high school, they became the best of friends, and in dream I remember talking to them all, but seperately. The tall slender red headed guy who wore braces and was a total insider, totally in the 'in crowd', a jokester, everyone loved them, they were totally in the in crowd. I've always wanted to know what it's like to be in the in crowd, no telling what crowd they're into today, they're older now like everyone else, and I'm sure that goldie locks bright, beautiful set of red hair they had, has long since faded, and they're probably bald or balding, probably fat and out of shape as well, who knows. Oh if I could go back in time how differently I'd do things, I'd of played sports for sure, just baseball, never football, why would I risk damaging my body with football, hell now, getting old is bad enough without old football injuries, but baseball, ye, for sure I would play, if could go back in time. I had no one guiding me back then, my parents had split up, and my Father was a azz to me at the time, super bitter at the world, but mainly at his own family. My last few years at Pullman High were some of the most lonely years of my life, but mainly my senior year was the loneliest. All my Jr High friends had left and moved on, my group was gone, so I was basically a loner/drifter, my last year in high school...and wasn't the 'rebel' I was made out to be cause that previous summer I had 'found Jesus', but no one knew that so still treated me as the odd nerdy rebel. Socially it was a terrible time for me, never went to the prom, nothing, I felt like a total outcast, I just didn't know what my identity was back then. Anyways, that's all for now.
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